As autumn approached, the vineyard carried a fresh fragrance, the scent of her supple body mingling with the grapes, familiar and warm like a distant memory. Fujiwara Reya gently parted her silky hair with his fingers and kissed her rounded ear. Her tiny earlobe quivered slightly. It was a small, minute world where time flowed warmly like sunlight.
"What were you up to in the bedroom tonight?"
"What else could I be doing? Just daydreaming with Fukaeri and Kuri. And you seem to be having a good time," Kawashima Miki said, hitting him on the chest, "You dog!"
"Next time, I'll bring you along," Fujiwara Reya teased, nibbling on her ear.
"You plan on there being a next time?"
"...I meant a next outing, not a rendezvous with another woman!"
"You actually want a rendezvous with another woman!"
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"See, you're not saying anything. Feeling guilty, huh!"
